JJ has always compared Abigail to a lighthouse. Reliable, safe, hopeful - the bright light in his sea of darkness, guiding him back home - to safety. But, unfortunately, all lighthouses eventually lose their light for a period of time. They burn out...
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"So, the dog ate your homework?"
- Sheriff Victor Shoupe
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[present day]
Less than an hour later, Abigail, JJ, Kiara and Pope were standing at the scene of the crime, surrounded by red and blue flashing lights, and judgey police officers.
Shoupe had his notepad out, his eyes flickering over each teen, as Kiara tries to explain exactly what happened. "Look, it was right here, and this is where that maniac claimed his next victim. Right there." She tells him.
"Uh huh. His next victim?" Shoupe mumbles, nodding.
Abigail can tell he's not buying this, and part of her doesn't even blame him. They don't see anything out of the ordinary up here. No sign that Ward literally killed a man right where they're standing.
"Yeah." Kiara nods.
"Right. How long ago did you say it happened?" Shoupe asks, as JJ kneels down on the ground, running his fingers over the floor.
"Like 45 minutes ago, Shoupe." The blonde tells the cop, standing up straight again.
"Okay. And, so, Ward Cameron just popped one off and shot him?" Shoupe clarifies.
"Yes."
"Execution style? Then, cleaned it all up in 45 minutes?" Shoupe continues, causing Abigail to roll her eyes.
"Obviously." Abby says, crossing her arms. Shoupe's eyes land on her, but Kiara speaks again.
"We filmed the entire thing."
Shoupe's head snaps in her direction. "You filmed it?"
"Yes, but we can't show it to you because I stepped on JJ's hand, and then he kicked Pope, and then Pope dropped the camera and it broke because it's a piece of shit—" Kiara rants, Pope cutting her off to explain calmly.
